Awake, mistake
You made last night, things you shake.
All day, you stay,
In your bed ï¿½till sky turns gray,
And black, and blue
Hard cold rain, you sleep straight through.
No one comes to lay beside you,
Sent away the few whoï¿½ve tried to
How would they move so slow?

You lie, you lie.
Youï¿½re Scraped and bruised but donï¿½t know why.
Your hands are cut.
You still see thing with your eyes shut,
So tight, so tight.
To keep out every trace of light.

No offers you no help,
They only want to help themselves.
Nobody wants to
Know what youï¿½ve been though.
How was the past so slow?

Awoke, you choke,
The cold dead air,
Your sheets are soaked straight through. You knew
Just what you did and you still do
But thereï¿½s no one here to confess to
Thereï¿½s no one here to dress your wounds,
Thereï¿½s no one here to get to you,
Thereï¿½s no one here to get you through,
Thereï¿½s no one here.
Thereï¿½s no one here.